Crush on You

My feets were flyin' down the street just the other night When a Hong Kong special pulled up at the light What was inside, man, was just c'est magnifique Wanted to hold the bumper and let her drag me down the street Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you tonight Sometimes I spot a little stranger standing 'cross the room My brain takes a vacation just to give my heart more room For one kiss, darling, I swear everything I would give 'Cause she's a walking, talking reason to live Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you tonight Well now she might be the talk of high society She's probably got a lousy personality She might be an heiress to Rockefeller She might be a waitress or a bank teller She makes the Venus de Milo look like she's got no style She makes Sheena of the Jungle look meek and mild I need a quick shot, Doc, knock me off my feet 'Cause I'll be minding my own business Walking down the street, watchout! Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you tonight Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you tonight Come on Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you, come on Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Wait a minute Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you